A songwriter friend of mine once wrote a song called The End of the Stillness  It is a beautiful song that, for me, is about the moment when you feel like the stillness — if not a helpful one — comes to an end, and you feel movement — a truly helpful kind — take you with it again.

I have always coveted the people who not only have the gift of songwriting.  But the ones who actually use it?  Amazing.  I wonder if they have especially cultivated this gift of honoring stillness.

Don Henley recorded a song called “Learn To Be Still.”

I remember that it spoke to me, too.

The title itself.

Maybe I have a problem with being still.  Maybe I am not letting Him lead me beside the still waters.  Maybe that’s the deal.

I feel like I crave this stillness but that I allow life to propel me through it, always noticing something else that needs doing.  Now, do not delude yourselves.  I am no domestic goddess.  But I can always find something to read or learn.  Maybe that is my stillness.  Maybe that is my special time for rejuvenation.  Sometimes, I read about explicitly spiritual things, and sometimes, I read something to help me do a better job at work.  Sometimes, I just like to read recipes.

On especially motivated days, I actually cook what they tell me.

Then I enjoy it, while sitting still.